You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road.

Richard Price
You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You...
You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You...
You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You...
You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You...
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This quote comes from a book of poems, "Girl in the Road," by Rita Dove. In these poems, Dove describes the horrors of war from the perspective of a child. In one of her most famous poems, "Burned Socks," Dove writes: "A pair of socks was on fire. I'd been walking over hot coals -- but you don't write about the horrors of war.

No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road."

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